Luke's Diner, Friday, 12/12

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Ella brushed the snow off her head and cloak as she got to work, and grimaced when some made its way into her mouth. She liked sweets, but pure sugar was a bit much for first thing in the morning.

The staff in the kitchen, she noticed, were gathering big posts of the stuff for use in recipes. She wondered if that was a health risk before deciding she didn't want to know.

She settled at the counter with her magic book, looking wistfully at the pages showing scenes of everyday life at home. She loved Fandom, but she'd been more homesick than usual lately, and she couldn't wait for break and a trip home.

Luke's Diner was open.

Specials
Pumpkin Donuts with Powdered Sugar Glaze
Chicken Bastilla
Confectioner's Sugar Brownies

Strokes of Genius, Friday

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

Sugar was probably, if you were the sort to care about such things, not something that was supposed to be someone’s main source of food. Particularly not when the sugar was falling from the sky.

None of this stopped Viki from it though. As she didn’t care, and was certain that a day of sugar would not kill her. Perhaps it would, admittedly, put her off sugar for a good while, but that was the risk she would take. She hummed as she fiddled with her hair and tried to decide if she wanted more sugar right this moment or not.

Strokes of Genius is Open.

Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

It was snowing powdered sugar out there. Jen wasn't surprised at this, considering very little in Fandom surprised her any more (except maybe when things were normal for too long). She was a little surprised, though, to realize how readily she went outside to play in it, and how little she actually cared about the dignity of playing in sugardrifts. Maybe everything Wes used to tell her about living a little had finally sunk in.

Any deeper philosophical thoughts were rapidly chased away by the sugar high that had her bouncing half an hour into her shift, courtesy of trying to catch powdered confectionery precipitation on her tongue, and while her white uniform was still as white as ever, it was a lot less shiny than usual.

But she was okay with that.

Today's Special
Apple Pie Dessert Pizza With Powdered-Sugar Crust

[OOC: OMG, I and the headache that refuses to go away SCOFF AT OCD.]

Coyote Medicine, Friday

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Arya took a moment to familiarize herself with the store and its contents, before opening up. After she'd dusted off the powdered sugar that had decided to stick to her on her walk over. That had been unexpected.

She placed the sign in the window and made a mental note to talk with Coyote soon. There was a lot she could learn from him.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

The weather outside certainly looked frightful. Or so Mary thought as she sipped her hot chocolate and watched the snow swirling outside her window. She couldn't understand why Gunther was running around outside with his mouth open to catch the "snow."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Powdered Sugar Crisps
Sugar Cookies
Chocolate Peppermint Pinwheel Cookies

Book Haven - Friday, 12/12

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was in a good mood today as he put out the cookies, a small pot of drinking chocolate, and the tea and such. The store had been done as soon as he'd come in and dusted off.

...which was probably why he was in a good mood. Someone was on a sugar high!

[ocd up!]

Android's Dungeon: Friday

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

The store was oddly quiet today, which might have something to do with Dor ordering them not to discuss anything that had to do with the comic book industry.

Since they had nothing else to talk about it was a blissfully quiet day at work.

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 12/12

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley opens up the flower shop with a grin on his face. He's been having a rather excellent week.

He'd totally be giving people discounts on their flowers today. He just wasn't going to advertise it, in case his boss had problems with that.

Covent Garden FlowErs

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

[ooc: Open and OCD free]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 12/12 ].

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Trying to get the cats to not play in the snow was a difficult thing normally. Once the cats discovered that the snow was actually sugar, well...it was near impossible.

But, eventually, Chad managed to get the three of them inside the store, albeit powdered rather heavily. And once he'd gotten them all cleaned off, Prince Oscar Pedro and Sir Galliano would not keep away from the windows, watching the sugar snow fall with tails swishing eagerly and, occasionally, pouncing at the glass.

God, his cats were weird.

Today's Mix: Meow Mix.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Pixie Dust [Friday]

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny opened the store and hung a sign in the window: 10% Off To Anyone Dressed As An Elf.

Why? Because she could.

Then she set about rearranging the sales racks and tossing anything holiday-themed into a corner to be burned. Jenny was a bit of a scrooge, but Pixie Dust was open.

Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray's hair was full of sugar. This was not good for his haircut, alright? He was spending some time trying to get the damn stuff out, but the whole process seemed kinda futile at the rate it was going.

Needless to say, Ray was a little more than his usual cranky today. Ray was annoyed, and Rick-Ralph-what's-his-name seemed to be the one paying for it. "Did I ask you for more paperwork? Seriously? If you had half a brain, you'd realise, we don't need no reports on teal deer activity--"

[ ooopen ]

The Magic Box, Friday (12/12)

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Agnes hummed happily to herself as she opened up the shop, and absolutely did NOT lick up any of the powdered sugar that had coated her all over. Mainly because when she tried, she got fuzz from her dress in her mouth, and that was HORRID.

So she found a small crucible that was probably completely clean of whatever had been last cooked in it -- hopefully -- and set that outside to catch some sugar. You never knew when a cup of sugar would come in handy.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[the_merriest]

Rikku was putting some last-minute touches on her science fair project. Hoping it was all going to work properly, or else she'd look like an idiot at the fair and she really, really didn't want that. Okay, then. Working! And working, too, because she was here and Wellspring was open.

Pirate Radio [Friday afternoon]

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"Happy holidays, me hearties!" Barbossa crowed into the microphone. "How be yer sugar highs this week? Did ye enjoy the feast o' holiday music that the squirrels 'n me assembled? Do ye want t' kill yerself every time ye hear 'Christmas Shoes'? It be almost th' end of the semester--" which he only remembered because of the giant note his staff had left for him about it, "--so it be seemin' like a good time t' ask ol' Barbossa about tips t' survive yer trips home t' see family, th' proper gifts t' give the wenches ye be courtin' 'n how t' cheat on exams wit'out gettin' caught. Also, ye can request proper studyin' music."

He spun around in his chair. "Or I will jes' sit here 'n play even more holiday music. Who wants t' hear 'Jingle Bells' as sung by barkin' dogs?"

The Park, Friday evening

[solo_sword]

Jaina was having the start of a very bad night. Not that she knew it right now.

No, she was just walking out into the powdered sugar, standing at the perfect place to gaze out upon the pond behind her at that camera angle, gazing out to where the sunset would have been if it hadn't already happened. Though it should be noted that the moonlight still illuminated her features perfectly.

"Neeeeeeeeeeeeeear, faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar, whereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeer you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare..."


[OPEN. I've had a bad day month which has culminated in a dinner of Oreo cookies dipped in boozed up egg nog. If you don't get sang at, I will have to send other girls. And if I still need happy, who knows, maybe Buffy will end up as Whitney Houston. YOU DON'T KNOW.]

The York Gallery [12/12]

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve had a boyfriend's birthday to go celebrate after work, so she was understandably a little bouncy as she opened the gallery, made a quick sweep through the exhibit, and then settled in behind her desk.

It was a relief to be able to sit for a while, honestly, after playing dodgeball. The one problem with playing mean was you tended to get it right back.

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

"Why are you dressed like that?" Jolee asked Tino when he got to the bar tonight.

Tino was wearing green clothes and pointy ears. He was holding up a red and white outfit for Jolee. "No," Jolee said. "I'm not wearing that."

Tino gave a pleading look.

"Fine. But this evens everything between us. None of this, 'Oh, old man Bindo is so mean' stuff you make me put up with. Deal?" Jolee asked.

Tino agreed. And then he led Jolee up to the stage where he would have to listen to people tell him what they want for their seasonal holiday festivities.

The zombies were dressed like reindeer, of course.

[OOC: I don't know. There's a chair by Jolee's Santa chair. Sit in that if you want to tell Bindo Claus what you want. Sit on his knee and get thrown out.]